Known in Unknowing

Known in Unknowing

swing low

            sweet chariot

coming forth

to carry  me home

swing low

sweet chariot

coming forth to carry me home.

the flow

            the violent flow of quiet unknowns

            helps to settle the nerves

            and stretch hands

            for home in greater knowns.

which find me stripped,

            running free inside

            revealed in the light of all-knowledge

            pass the gas lights

                        the street lamps

            even the storytellers

straight to the heart of life.

            the majestic sun, the wonder that scars

                        and burns and skips rocks across my heart

proceed in abandon, unwise decision

            silly and wreak-less notions

            of the human condition

                                    inside all perfection.

shout all you see, all you know of him—

and swear you’ll keep clean

in a better heart; in perfect seeing,

what is hidden? nothing!

so what is imperfect in this love?

what is incomplete? nothing will escape

the authors pen, the artist’s touch—

even escape must be in love.

            and i present my myself,

            in the will unknown to me

            in the will that’s not my own

            to be yours and yours completely.